snippet
I found this on an old, old floppy. Yet another of my snippets that may one day turn into something longer. It's kind of an addiction story.
He shivered. It wasn’t bad. Not yet anyway. He could deal with it. No problem. He tried to walk away but his legs wouldn’t cooperate, he stumbled and went down to hands and knees. He choked back a sob as the pain lanced through his body, burning like a lightning strike.
“Mason?” A woman’s voice called.
Damn. He thought. It was Sharon. Mason slowly got back on his feet. He assumed what he hoped was a nonchalant expression just as she came in.
“Hey baby, it’s time.” She purred.
Mason hated how weak and childish his voiced sounded. “No.”
“You know you need it.” Sharon smiled.
Mason tried not to cry, “But I don’t want to.”
“Don’t do that baby.” Sharon reached out and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “You know it hurts me to see you like this.”
“Please.” He replied, not sure what it was he was asking for.
Sharon took his hand in hers, turning his hand palm up and extending his arm.
Mason hated it, but he clenched his fist and Sharon quickly slipped the hypodermic into the hollow of his elbow. The burning pain was washed away by the chill that spread up his shoulder. He allowed Sharon to pull him against her, resting his head on her shoulder.
“That’s my good boy.” She said, “don’t you feel better now?”
Mason buried his face in her hair, unable to hold back the tears.
“There, there baby, ” Sharon laughed. “Don’t be sad.”
He shivered. It wasn’t bad. Not yet anyway. He could deal with it. No problem. He tried to walk away but his legs wouldn’t cooperate, he stumbled and went down to hands and knees. He choked back a sob as the pain lanced through his body, burning like a lightning strike.
“Mason?” A woman’s voice called.
Damn. He thought. It was Sharon. Mason slowly got back on his feet. He assumed what he hoped was a nonchalant expression just as she came in.
“Hey baby, it’s time.” She purred.
Mason hated how weak and childish his voiced sounded. “No.”
“You know you need it.” Sharon smiled.
Mason tried not to cry, “But I don’t want to.”
“Don’t do that baby.” Sharon reached out and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “You know it hurts me to see you like this.”
“Please.” He replied, not sure what it was he was asking for.
Sharon took his hand in hers, turning his hand palm up and extending his arm.
Mason hated it, but he clenched his fist and Sharon quickly slipped the hypodermic into the hollow of his elbow. The burning pain was washed away by the chill that spread up his shoulder. He allowed Sharon to pull him against her, resting his head on her shoulder.
“That’s my good boy.” She said, “don’t you feel better now?”
Mason buried his face in her hair, unable to hold back the tears.
“There, there baby, ” Sharon laughed. “Don’t be sad.”